The crowd thought the boy in the wheelchair was helpless-until the wild mustang lowered his head to his boots

without touching.

“Good,” he whispered. “That’s good.”

Cinder closed his eyes halfway and breathed.

By Sunday morning, the video had moved through every corner of the western horse world that cared about mustangs.

It was not polished. Whoever recorded it had been sitting high in the bleachers, and the phone shook whenever the person zoomed in. The image continue reading …